A good friendship, like the black gold beneath the Earth’s surface, is hard to stumble upon—perhaps only the most lucky among us ever find it. When life brings you to a new environment, one that your future greatly hinges on, you seek comfort wherever you can. When you are just two nerdy school boys right out of college (albeit assigned there by your father and wealthy background), you certainly have the right to feel uncomfortable among the blue-collar workers you are now forced to take orders from.
The tension found in A Taste For Killing comes from this desperation of trying to fit in, being the “oddball” within context, and trying to dig yourself out of the cliches everyone’s applied…